"Well, the herbal foam for nourishing the liver is all fried—scoop a spoonful each after breakfast and dinner, and take it with hot water. Pushing a large packet of powder to the blacksmith, Dr. Ennis yawned lazily and reminded, "Attention, I said after eating, not after drinking. ”

"Do you want to say this?" With a wry smile, Morse grabbed the pouch and sniffed it close to the tip of his nose: the smell was not as pungent as he had imagined, but rather a sweet smell.

"What do you smell? Are you afraid that I'm going to be poisoned?" Playing with his short brown hair, Ennis held up his teacup, "Oh yes, I'll remind you again." It should be dissolved in hot water, not hot wine. ”

"Huh?" Morse sighed helplessly, "Why can't you use wine?" ”

"Your wine is like water? I remember very well, you've been drinking high number spirits. Glaring at him fiercely, the doctor exclaimed impatiently: "You don't understand such a simple truth that alcohol and herbs are committed? How many times have I told you, why can't I remember it? If you think about it with your feet, you should know how it is possible to drink the medicinal powder that nourishes the liver with the wine that hurts the liver?"

"Uh...... I really didn't expect that. Smiling awkwardly, the blacksmith was embarrassed by Enis's successive rhetorical questions: Anyway, this guy seems to be a little too excited, right?

"How much, Enis?" asked Morse, pulling out the money pouch at his waist.

"Don't need money, you just get the medicine and get out of here. Angry as he replied, Ennis snorted through his nose and said, "These medicines must be taken according to the instructions of my professional doctor, and they must not be leaked in one meal." After this 20-day course of treatment, come back to me for a check-up, and don't bother me before then. Do you understand?!Hurry up and leave, don't delay me for tea. ”

Is this just a matter of driving me away? Do you just like me so much for disturbing your private space...... Holding back the words, Morse opened his mouth, and finally asked, "Why don't you want money?"

"Because you're a blacksmith from Snowcastle under the privilege of the city lord, or an old friend of mine!, how's that a good reason?" Immediately interrupting the blacksmith's conversation, Ennis glanced at his lips and put down his teacup, "Give me less money, Morse." Lao Tzu has seen you many diseases since I was a child, and you can count them yourself? How many times have I mentioned money to you?!"

It's because you don't want money that I don't want to see you...... Staring at Enis, the blacksmith shook his head helplessly: unless he encountered a serious illness that was difficult enough for Eders to say, he would go to Ennis to see. Otherwise, he would choose to secretly find another doctor to deal with him, and try not to leak the news - Ennis has a very stubborn temper, and if he heard that he did not seek medical treatment from him, he would be very angry, thinking that his professional medical skills were being questioned. At that point, it's hard to explain.

"Okay, I can't persuade you. Giving up the idea of giving money, Morse stroked his beard and grabbed the medicine bag: "That...... I'd better go first, so I won't bother you. First of all, if I don't get better in twenty days, I'll have to pay for it-"

"What did you say?!" Henis slammed down his teacup, and Ennis was full of displeasure: "'If' the illness is not cured - are you questioning my medical skills?

"No, no, no. Realizing that what he said was wrong, the blacksmith hurriedly corrected, "I mean...... Yes, if I drink too much wine, I won't take this medicine in vain!"

"Keep your mouth shut, can you die if you drink less?" snorted, Enis's expression softened again. Just as he was about to say something more about a send-off, he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the hallway. Then came the sound of slamming the door.

"Enter. Ennis raised an eyebrow and put down the teapot in his hand.

The door was pushed open with a thud, and Edus and Deleno crashed into the room with a bloodied man. It seemed that his face was flushed from running all the way, and the captain said breathlessly: "Enis, hurry up-"

"Stop talking nonsense, get to bed. Pointing to the bed on the wall of the bed, Ennis raised his eyes to look at the door: "Those people outside the door, can you please close the door?"

Hearing this, the guards who were also anxious looked at each other, and finally closed the door. Coughing, the doctor put on his white gloves and got up to approach the wounded man. Looking at the bed nervously, Morse let out a "popper" in his heart: the man had a huge machete stuck in his chest. Until now, the blood is still being shed.

"Who is this guy?" as if to detect the wounded's snort, Ennis's expression was grim.

"Vicol Bloom, part of the Central Barracks Sentinel. With a sad and anxious look on his face, Eddes looked extremely worried about his comfort: "Don't ask nonsense, Enis! I'll tell you as much as you want to hear - hurry up and save him! You are so good at medicine, you must be able to do it, right? Enis?!"

"As a medical professional, I will definitely do my best. After looking at Vicor's eyelids, Ennis frowned: "But don't get your hopes up...... This guy has lost too much blood. ”

"What do you mean......" asked the little lieutenant, who had been panting for breath since then, in disbelief.

"That's right, it's too badly hurt. Looking at the man's injuries, Ennis's expression turned gloomy for a moment, which made Morse's heart tremble: with this expression, it was almost certain that the patient was hopeless.

Flipping his body slightly, his gaze kept wandering, sweeping over his body: "The breath is so weak that it is almost imperceptible. There is a whip mark from a spiked leather whip on the thigh and two on the back. The wound to the shoulder appears to be a cut mark from a flat-bladed weapon. As for the chest, this is a penetrating wound...... Unfortunately, there is no way to deal with it. ”

"Can't you think of a way?" Eddes shouted unwillingly, "Don't you always say you're a professional doctor?!"

"Shut up, Edus!" glaring at the captain, Ennis clenched his fists in anger, "You can heal any wound......?" As soon as he pulls out the machete, he immediately begins to bleed profusely. When the time comes, it won't be able to stop at all. You tell me how to save it?!"

"This ...... But ......" was so choked by Enis's words that he couldn't say anything, and Eders turned away in frustration. After a suffocating silence, he drew the weapon from his waist and whispered, "At least...... I have to help him out. This valiant warrior defeated his enemy before he died, and now I have no reason to watch him die slowly. ”

"Wait!" Morse felt heartbroken as he looked at the soldier's severe wounds. Subconsciously hurriedly stopped the captain, and the blacksmith snatched the long sword and shouted, "He can still be saved!"